"So, we have, two dead girls, grease under their fingernails, and that's it?" Catherine asked
"And a small piece of metal, I found it at the last crime scene." Grissom said absently, he was busy running the pieces through his head, and trying to get the solve the puzzle.
Catherine sighed, "Well, it looks like this is going to be a really interesting case."
Grissom was once again at home, plopping down on his sofa, millions of fragmented thought flowing through his aching head. The phone rang suddenly, jolting him upright.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously
"Hey Grissom!" said a cheerful voice on the other end. It was Greg
"Hello Greg, what do I owe for this wonderful telephone call?" Grissom asked sardonically
"Just calling ya 'bout your test results on the grease underneath your girls' fingernails." Greg said
"What?" Grissom asked patiently
"It was plain old oil grease, like the stuff that goes in your car." Greg said
"Really?" Grissom muttered, his mind spinning, the shard of metal. A mechanic? Someone who worked with cars and oil?
"Thank you, Greg, I'll see you later." Grissom finally said
"Same to you Grissom." Greg replied, hanging up the phone
Grissom hung up the phone, and started to dial Catherine's number, when he realized he heard breathing on the line.
"Hello?"
"Hello Grissom, how are you?" Grissom's head began to ache even more fiercely when he heard the voice; it was the Untouchable.
"I'm just fine, how are you?" Grissom said calmly, trying to show him who was in charge
There was a slow chuckle on the other end, "I'm great, thanks for asking. How was the interview with Kirsten Jackson's aunt? I believe her name is Dana, is it not?"
Grissom felt a infuriated anger start to burn in his chest, but he forced himself to sound indifferent, "If you've been following me that closely, then you should know how it went."
Another chuckle, "You're so angry right now, aren't you Grissom? You want to know who I am so badly, but you can't figure it out."
Grissom decided that he had enough of the pompous killer, "No, actually you're just annoying me. You're like a bad virus, you just won't go away."
There was a small silence on the other end, "I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that."
"Oh, but I did, you feel good picking on young girls who can't fight back? Well, why don't you try me on for size. You see, I can fight back." Grissom taunted
A harsh, dry chuckle, "Don't mind if I do, just wait, I will be coming for you. You can count on it."
"Really?" Grissom asked
But again, he was talking to the dead line.